I still remember the day, the blurry vision of my past. The terrible time in my life, which brought me to tears every night. The irreversible event that occurred on my birthday, my day. I cringe at the slightest mention of the past. Whatever happened, happened. But why can’t I realize it was a mistake? I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to hurt him. We were best friends, why would I ever mean to hurt him? We were just sitting on the steps outside of my house, yet why did things have to become disturbed? We were fine the way we were, peaceful and happy, until I did it. Why did I do it? Why did I extend my arms towards him, why didn’t I give him a friendly tap on the head? Why did I have to go and push him down the steps?

I walked up the stone steps for what seemed like hours, always following the glimmering blue light which shone about 2 yards ahead of me. I didn’t really know where it was taking me. All I knew was that if I didn’t have really well toned thighs after this, I never would.

She took steps to insure that he could not find her but still the fear nagged at her peace. What if he saw her in an airport? The “What if” was making her crazy. Maybe it would have been better to confront him. The risk of making his anger worse was what he had always used to control her.

It took Barry many months to make it to the top of the attic steps. Always before his fear of darkness and heights combined to hold him at bay. But deep breaths and the love of his family enabled him to finally get to the boxes stored at the top of their home. Now they will finally be able to decorate their Christmas tree!

The steps in front of the building were broken and cracked now. We had played on them so much as children- it was sad to see them so desolate now. I walked up them and searched behind one of the planks. There it was, the picture I’d traveled a hundred miles to get.

She runs up the steps and almost falls, so boundless is her enthusiasm. She doesn’t even notice and just keeps going, taking them too at a time. She is always in a hurry to go somewhere. She is always eager to take the next step towards her future.

like going up the stairs, there’s a process for everything. nothing ever comes easy, you have to climb to get where you want to be. those steps you take along the way help you grow as a person, and to teach you how to live your life. these are the things that teach us about life, and living every day.

Steps up the side of a mountain. I remember running them. 163. Heart pounding, air burning my lungs, the taste of the end of my endurance in my mouth. Running, stretching, heaving myself up and forward, up and forward until the bench at the top swayed into my view and I could stop and listen to my blood pound.

I took another step forward. The feeling of insecurity was slowly fading away but my heart was still unsure. I didn’t know what to think; my mind was conflicted. On one side, maybe this could help me. Maybe this was in my favor. But on the other hand, what if it was my ruin, my destruction? What if it destroyed everything I had worked for? Was it a risk I could take? Was it a risk I was brave enough to take? Or was I just going to take one step forward and then two steps back again?